Some hustle and bustle, and a pretty lady

The inside is no less bright than the outside, though perhaps less flashy, with the spacious hall lit up all over as people bustle about; some chatting, some grabbing food and drink from concession stands, and folks heading out of the hall somewhere deeper in the building.

But shining brightest is the incredibly beautiful woman at the front desk, talking and directing people with a smile on her face. It is impossible not to be drawn in, and so you are, feet – as if with a mind of their own – slowly walking across the hall for a chance to talk with her.

“Heyyy... I’m, uh, John...” you awkwardly stumble out.

“Well, hello there, John, my name is Daphne and I’m manager of this fine establishment.” She introduces herself, that smile shining even brighter.

“... Wait, so you’re the manager here, of a place this fancy, and you’re still on the front desk?” you ask, a little surprised by that revelation.

“What can I say, I’ve always been a fan of the more... personal touch.” she looks at you, still with that compelling smile, taking your hand in hers, something that sends a pleasant tingle through you. “So are you here for business or pleasure?”

“Huh?” you answer before you even have time to think.

“Are you here just to watch or be paid for the pleasure of taking part~?” Daphne rather helpfully clarifies.

When you were told about this place, it was all about the pleasure you would experience in the ring, so you don’t even have to think before replying.

“Taking part. Absolutely.”

“Perfect.” She lifts that hand she has been holding the whole time, giving it a long kiss while maintaining eye-contact with you. “Follow me...”